Chapter 1143 - The Underground Tomb (11)

Situ Ming did hear Su Luo's words. In fact, he also wanted to change to a more intense way to tame it, but his strength was clearly not enough ah…

As Su Luo had antic.i.p.ated, no more than a while later, Situ Ming's face overflowed with cold sweat, it rolled and landed on the ground. Perspiration soaked through his chest and back.

Situ Ming could feel his own body's functions gradually decline, spirit force gradually becoming less, but this Chi Xiao Sword, he actually….like a wildly rus.h.i.+ng feral leopard, the more he rushed, the braver it was!

"Puchi!" A smear of blood overflowed from the corner of Situ Ming's mouth. Immediately afterwards. he started to vomit out large mouthfuls of blood one after another.

In the end, Situ Ming could not hold on, just like the two people before him, was directly flicked flying.

"Bang——" A heavy sound echoed. Situ Ming was ferociously knocked against that coffin's stone wall with both internal and external injuries. His luck wasn't good, he was directly knocked out from that impact.

Li Yaoyao stood in place, she wanted to go over, but was also somewhat hesitant…

Su Luo was speechless, Li Yaoyao was a super version of an ingrate that you couldn't raise to maturity.

Su Luo was also too lazy to deal with her, she b.u.mped Nangong Liuyun's arm, with a smile that was full of deep meaning, said: "Quickly go accept the object that suits you."

Nangong Liuyun was not a good kind of person, on the contrary, if talking about two-faced and cunning, simply no one could scheme better than him.

Su Luo knew, the reason why he wanted Luo Haochen and them to be at the front, he certainly had his own reasons.

Nangong Liuyun robbed Su Luo's head in annoyance: "Stand a bit further, so as not to suffer any side effects."

"Okay, you should rest a.s.sured, I will carefully look after myself. If not, I still have little divine dragon and them to help." Although Su Luo's body was sickly, however, the troops guarding her were very formidable.

Nangong Liuyun nodded his head, handing Su Luo over to Zi Yan. Afterwards, he walked towards that Chi Xiao Sword, as if on a leisurely stroll in the main hall.

That Chi Xiao Sword's hilt, they had spend a countless amount of mental and physical strength before being able to hold it. But now, Nangong Liuyun only extended his hand, couldn't see how he exerted himself, and his five fingers had already gripped the hilt.

"Just that easily?" Luo Haochen's eyes unblinkingly paid attention to Nangong Liuyun's every movement. His eyes betrayed an amazed expression.

Just now, he had personally tried it, so he knew how strong that prohibition ripple was. It was simply like the gale and large waves on the ocean surface, world-shaking. He also used a hand seal secretly pa.s.sed on in the family before being able to grip that hilt….In the end, to what formidable degree was Nangong Liuyun's strength?

Now, gaze after gaze, all congregated on Nangong Liuyun's body.

Under these gazes that watched attentively, Nangong Liuyun's finger tightened slightly, directly after, his expression became slightly grave.

Because he could clearly feel that explosive ferocious strength, like a huge majestic dragon, suddenly rus.h.i.+ng towards his body. As if rus.h.i.+ng into his four limbs and hundreds of bones.

Such a strong fighting desire!

A majestic, imposing manner with a touch of firmness and violence from antiquity, severely berserk, as if it was the strongest palm strike on earth!

"Bang!"

Nangong Liuyun abruptly smashed a palm strike towards that Chi Xiao Sword!

Immediately after——

"Bang, bang, bang!" Nangong Liuyun smashed one fist after another, heavily smas.h.i.+ng towards that Chi Xiao Sword. It was as if that was his greatest enemy, showing no quarter.

In succession, it seemed as if he sent out seven thousand, seven hundred and ninety strikes, each of the strikes weighed more than five hundred kilograms.

Speaking of this, it also seemed strange.

That Chi Xiao Sword, in the beginning, was like a furious large dragon, bravely battling, cruel, arrogant and untamable. As if it wouldn't obey anyone…However, under Nangong Liuyun's raindrops-like fist strikes, this Chi Xiao Sword seemed to give off a buzzing crying sound.

That sound seemed to be sobbing, mournful and, at the same time, seemed to be pleading.

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     The little black room locked up too many words, only now did I crawl out. P.S: That Mystic clan language, really was…Wen Zhou dialect, (*^__^*) haha, people who answered correctly get a prize.